Here we go again…
I’m restarting my fitness journey, this time I’m determined to make it stick. I’ve let the weight creep on for way too long. Yes I’ve noticed, I just pushed it to the back of my mind. This time my head’s in the game, and I’m set to make it happen. I joined a gym on Valentine’s Day this year, it was a gift to myself. It’s also my first time ever owning a gym membership. The package came with the membership, a bag, a book, and a couple of personal trainer sessions. I committed to going two days a week, on the days that Zaden had preschool. A lot of people will say it doesn’t sound like much, but I was just trying to get my head above water again so to speak. My personal trainer at the time started off by weighing me, and taking my measurements. All of which I knew would be shocking, but that still didn’t prepare me for the actual numbers. She sent them to my email so I’d have a record of it, and eventually further down the road of my journey I want to compare the measurements. I can’t wait until than!
Since last year I’ve made some positive changes, I’ve upped my vegetable intake. That wasn’t a very difficult thing to do, I love vegetables as do my kids. I always make sure that we have some veggies with our meals. I’m also very excited to say I’ve cut down on my pop consumption drastically. Last year I was drinking 5+ cans of coke a day. It got to the point where I was drinking it just out of habit, not even because I enjoyed it. Not exactly the picture of health lol. I do occasionally still drink pop, but usually its 1 can every couple of days if that. I have to work on drinking more water, I do drink a lot of it but it’s not enough.
{Some back story: So I stuck to my two days a week workouts at the gym, I would stay at the gym for about two hours. I would do some cardio, and then some weights. I’m actually a big fan of weights, which surprised me. Then April rolled around, and I stopped going to the gym. My excuse was we were moving into our new place, and I was tired because it was just my mom and I moving the stuff. Between that and work, I told myself I could get back into the gym after things settled down. Then my work ended up cutting my hours, and that didn’t help with my motivation. So I fell off my short wagon ride and slipped back into my bad habits. I stopped going to the gym completely. I think I went a couple of times with my sister, while she was out here for school but that’s about it. Overall the only time I was getting a decent “workout”, was when I was at work. My job is very physical, it involves a lot of walking and lifting of heavy boxes repetitively. I’m sure that’s the only reason I wasn’t gaining weight, but I wasn’t losing any either. My weight fluctuated back and forth a couple of pounds. I was frustrated, but not mentally prepared for change.}
Now I think I’m mentally prepared for this journey, I’m tired of telling myself that I’ll do it later. I’ve been saying that for years, and I’m still in no better position then I used to be. I’ve got to be the one that puts in the work, nobody else is going to do it for me. I have to keep myself accountable, and show my body some love. I know I deserve and want to be healthy. Even though I’ve got a weight loss number in mind, this has to be about something more than just a number on a scale. I need this to be a lifestyle change, I have to do it for myself and my kids. So I took the plunge and completed my first workout today since who knows when. My plan is to do 45 minutes of cardio six days a week, and give myself one rest day a week. I also plan on reducing my calorie consumption, I’ve got to really focus on my portion sizes; those are definitely out of whack. I’m just really pumped for this new journey, and I can’t wait to see where I’ll be in a couple of months from now!
TTFN, Erika.